It was four friends ofMaster. All of them dominant men dressed in black leather. Theywere all here for one reason, my ****. With a motion my owner sai.... "She's all yours. Have at her."The first man stood in front of my face. He was at least six feettall with brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing blackleather jeans, a leather vest and a white t-shirt. He was veryhairy and he had a beard that was neatly trimmed. With his lefthand, He grasped the rear of my jaw and. Spartacus had fought as a Dimachaeri, a lightly armored gladiator with only greaves, leg wrappings and a manica on each arm for defense, who fought with a sword in each hand, using speed and skill to avoid damage. He had also armed himself with a surprisingly nice composite recurve bow and a stuffed quiver of arrows that one of the local slave hunters had carried. He had made sure that each man who was skilled with bow or sling armed themselves from the missile weapons that the group had. But our sex life has a little problem: She complains my cock is too large for pussy though it is only eight inch when it stands. Nevertheless, we do sex. I am careful not to push ramrod hard into her furrow. I am happy. But not satisfied.Friends, this story is not about my wife and I. This story is about her friend Mithila and me. I fucked Mithila one night in a hotel. From then on, she has become my sex partner while my wife remains as life partner. One day, in the evening I was coming from my. It will be great to dance with a man, instead of bosom to bosom.’ I gave them my decision. ‘Very well. I think the plan is fraught with difficulties, but I will go along with it.’ Sheila was relieved, and Alicia seem happy as well. Sheila held her empty glass up. ‘This Chardonnay was very nice, any chance of another?’ Alicia did the honours once again, and we toasted to the success of the scheme. Alicia asked if she could have a look round, and with my permission she wandered off. While I.